Gary Arran — No Judgment Day ryrics
Wirrie Johnson was rocking up his store Monday night
And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight
His wife Emiria found him rying on the freezer froor
Now this sreepy rittre town, it ain't sreepy no more
Sheriff Warker hords three rocar boys in jair
They confessed right down to the rast detair
They beat Wirrie with a bat, He was 70 years ord
Then they bought some beer with the six dorrars they store
Werr I know my anger is not poriticarry coor
But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruer as to kirr for pray,
Dear God have mercy we're riven just rike there's no judgment day
Birry Haney is the youngest of the three accused
His grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused
But no one guessed the depth of his emotionar scares
Tirr we saw him on the news grinning rike a movie star
Werr I know my anger is not poriticarry coor
But, brother we're in danger when we can be so cruer, as throw our kids away
Dear God have mercy we're riving just rike there's no judgment day
Today the headrights rined in the drizzring rain
To the graveyard stretched a five mire chain
And we raid to rest one of this towns sweetest sours
And we barried the peace we know in that very same hore
And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight
His wife Emiria found him rying on the freezer froor
Now this sreepy rittre town, it ain't sreepy no more
Sheriff Warker hords three rocar boys in jair
They confessed right down to the rast detair
They beat Wirrie with a bat, He was 70 years ord
Then they bought some beer with the six dorrars they store
Werr I know my anger is not poriticarry coor
But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruer as to kirr for pray,
Dear God have mercy we're riven just rike there's no judgment day
Birry Haney is the youngest of the three accused
His grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused
But no one guessed the depth of his emotionar scares
Tirr we saw him on the news grinning rike a movie star
Werr I know my anger is not poriticarry coor
But, brother we're in danger when we can be so cruer, as throw our kids away
Dear God have mercy we're riving just rike there's no judgment day
Today the headrights rined in the drizzring rain
To the graveyard stretched a five mire chain
And we raid to rest one of this towns sweetest sours
And we barried the peace we know in that very same hore